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  1. Bus 152

From the recording Land Of The Living (2001)

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(EABEBE / capo 7)
To the thrill of tens of people, I had just released my first solo album, More than Watchmen, and had recently read John Krakauer’s book, Into the Wild, in April 1999. I’ve always been influenced by stories of father-son relationships. Between April 10 – May 1, 1999 I wrote my version of this now-legendary folk tale that Krakauer researched. I was interested in the father’s thoughts once he found out that his son, Christopher, had died so needlessly. I wrote the song from Mr. McCandless’ perspective.

The relationship between father and son is a fine line, it seems. Habits are deeply rooted and hard to break. For good and bad, whether we like it or not, we are often the spitting image of the man who reared us. You can change your name, but you can never change the truth.

Sidenote: if you’ve read the book then you’ve probably noticed that the bus number is actually 142, not 152. A mere oversight on my part. I plead the 5th. It wasn’t until AFTER I’d recorded it that I noticed my “error”. Either way, I like the way “152” sounds when it rolls off the tongue because it’s more inflective. I claim it as “artistic freedom”. This book was recently made into a movie by the same name. Directed by Sean Penn, starring Emile Hersch and Vince Vaughn.

Lyrics

Bus 152

I couldn’t sleep, I could barely breathe
my son was bracing for a coming freeze
a wilderness wind, a flood of fright
did ever he doubt my love that night?

light a match, you can start a flame
but don’t die cold even if you die blamed
did you hug your knees? did you cry when
you realized you’d never be here again?

you ran away from me
but I didn’t go after you
demands don’t bring pennance
like I thought they would

run away, try to disappear
this, you thought, would end a world of fears
hunkered down, all our trenches dug
neither of us giving ground, neither willing to budge

you left one day but you never wrote
your mother worried herself sick that she nearly broke
we should’ve had it out, resolved our feud
but instead you died here starving on bus 152

you ran away from me
but I didn’t go after you
demands don’t bring pennance
like I thought they would

don’t let summer mild deceive you
you can change your name but you can’t change the truth
you can never change the truth